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MY FUGUE IN D MINOR
or
Is This All There Is?

Light sneaks in through the closed blinds
A taste of what comes later

My eyes were already open
Night demons had me up since four

My head heavy on pillow
Heart heavier in chest

What will today bring
Change
Growth
Nothing

Itís always nothing
Nothing in truckloads

Truckloads of nothing

A lot of nothing
Thatís what Iím made of
Nothing and air and water
And blood
Theres always blood
But itís nothing

King Nothing
Without a crown

Get out of bed
Whatís the point
Face the day
Whatís the point

Try to look forward to the future
A whisper in my ear
(In my mind)
Sharp memory of the past
It never lets me forget

A taste of what comes later

Shower hits me hard
Cold and hard
My eyes were already open

A taste of what comes later

And so another day starts

It ends the same way

And I have to ask

Is this all there is

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